We pulled up into the Walmart parking lot. She tried to
take the bag of trash into the parking lot.
Tiffany: “Mom, you cannot take that into the Walmart.
Leave it in the car.”Mama: “I’m not leaving it in the car, somebody might
steal it.”Tiffany: “Mom, just leave this trash in the car. Just
leave it here, and we’ll come back for it.”Mama: “I’M NOT LEAVING IT IN THE CAR!”She started yelling at me, and I don’t do well with that. I
just don’t do well with people yelling at me.
I got mad and I snatched the trash and I tried to run to
the dumpster. But before I could run to the dumpster, she
snatched me by the back of my shirt and threw me up
against the car and started punching me, repeatedly, in the
chest and the stomach, in the mouth.
I started trying to mght her back, but she’s crazy strong.
She’s mve-foot-ten, two hundred and some pounds. Strong
as shit. My little punches don’t do shit. ͳere’s all these
people walking by, and I started yelling, “Help! Help!” ’cause
she is beating my ass and nobody is helping. ͳey just
looking.
She mnally got tired of punching of me. I never did let go
of that bag of trash, though. When she got tired, I just